Her soul floated upon still water Vermillion threads flowed blood to blood Bitter air slipped between trembling fingers Emotions condensed Without edges arising To fall in a deeper starvation Of a potion that offers no healing For beyond this, what matter does earth? Where leaking scars are unseen, swim there Stroke for stroke, closing in, drowning out Diving in an all-giving, all-emptying last surrender Melding sins to absolutions She forgave life and let go Adieu, mon ami.
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